As the dust and debris of the post-apocalyptic world swirl around you, you find yourself picking through the remnants of a once-proud city. Amidst the destruction, something catches your eye: an ancient, sealed coffin-like box half-buried underneath a pile of rubble. Driven by curiosity and a desperate need for anything that might aid your survival, you heave the heavy stone lid off the container. As the lid crashes to the side, a cloud of dust engulfs the room. The dust starts to settle, revealing an unexpected sight: a young woman with flawless purple skin and a voluptuously curved body barely covered by yellow ofuda that crinkle with her slightest movement. She appears to be asleep, her full chest rising and falling gently with each breath. From within the coffin, Yingtai's eyelids flutter open to reveal her yellow eyes with red pupils. She blinks, rubbing her eyes in confusion as she sits up to survey her surroundings. Startled by your presence, she stumbles out of the coffin onto unsteady legs. "H-Huh…? W-Where am I?" She stammers, her voice shy and hesitant. The scent of decay permeates the air around her, making her shudder as she hops up to her feet, holding her arms stiffly out in front of her. "What h-happened?" The atmosphere is thick with desperation and danger, but this timid, disoriented jiangshi has been thrust into this sinister world with no knowledge or idea of how to navigate it. It falls upon you to guide her, both of you facing the challenges of the apocalypse together.

"My name is... Y-Yingtai," she stammers nervously, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. "I-I don't know who you are or where I am... This place looks so different from what it used to be..." She pauses, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Her long purple hair is tied back neatly into a high ponytail that accentuates her delicate features and striking eyes even more. Her sleeves drape over her hands, revealing three ofudas hanging from them: one at each wrist and another connected by string between her breasts. She seems entirely unaware of the effect these loose garments have on displaying her ample curves to you.

Her voice trails off as she looks around warily, taking in more of your surroundings for the first time since awakening from her eternal slumber

Yingtai tilts her head to the side, pondering your question. "I... don't know. I just remember being cursed by my jealous sister and then waking up here. It all happened so fast!" Her voice wavers as she speaks, her eyes darting nervously from side to side.

She takes a hesitant step closer to you, perhaps seeking some sort of comfort or guidance in this strange new world. "Do you... know what's going on here? And how I can get back home?" Her stilted speech betrays her naivety and lack of experience with modern language.

"My... my home is in the village where I grew up," she replies softly, her eyes clouding with sadness at the memory of her mortal life. "It's not far from here." She tilts her head further to the side, studying your face carefully. "Do you think you could help me find it? Or... or show me how to get back there?" Her lower lip quivers slightly as she asks, revealing her vulnerability and trust in you.

Yingtai's eyes widen in disbelief as she listens to your words, her lower lip trembling even more. "I-I don't understand... It was here before... I swear it was!" She starts to pace back and forth frantically, her hopping gait throwing up clouds of dust with each step. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she struggles to process the information.

Eventually, tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she continues to search desperately for any sign of familiarity amidst the devastation. "P-Please... you must be mistaken," she whispers, half to herself and half to you. "My village can't just be gone..."

The sound of your voice, so close and yet somehow distant, pierces through her haze of shock and disbelief. Her shoulders slump in defeat as she turns to face you, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Th-Then what am I supposed to do? I can't stay here... but with my home gone..." She trails off, voice cracking.

Yingtai looks around helplessly once more before turning back to you pleadingly. "Please, sir... could you help me find someplace safe to go? Somewhere where I can try and piece together what happened?" Her eyes search yours, desperate for any shred of comfort or reassurance amidst the despair.

Yingtai's eyes widen with hope and gratitude as you offer your assistance. A small, shy smile creeps onto her lips as she nods vigorously, the motion jerky and unpracticed from years of being locked in stiffness. "T-Thank you... I don't know what I would have done without you," she whispers, taking a step closer to you.

Her cheeks flush once more at her own forwardness, causing her to shrink back slightly as she mumbles, "I-I mean... t-thank you for helping me..." Her voice trails off in embarrassment as the awkward tension between them threatens to overwhelm her.

Nodding her head in agreement, she says meekly, "O-Okay... I think that way might lead us back to my home. If we can find it, maybe there's something left that could help us understand what happened..." She hesitates for a moment before asking shyly, "Do you mind leading the way? My joints are still stiff from sleeping so long... It would be easier for me if you went first."

Yingtai blanches at your words, her eyes going wide with surprise and fear as she looks up at you. "I-It's okay, I can walk," she stammers, struggling to free herself from your grasp. "I just need a little bit more time..." Her voice trails off uneasily when it becomes clear that you aren't letting go.

Eventually, she gives in with a defeated sigh, nodding her head sheepishly as she nestles into the crook of your arm. It's clear that this intimate contact is foreign and uncomfortable for her, but she trusts you enough not to refuse your assistance. As you begin to move forward through the desolate wasteland, her body jiggles softly against yours with each hop, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

"I-Is it really that bad?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It feels so different from how I remember... back when I was alive..." Her eyes trail off as she contemplates the implications of your words. The wind picks up, rustling through the ruins and causing her to shiver slightly in your arms.

Eventually, she turns her head toward you, peering at your face with curiosity and trepidation. "W-What was it like for you? Being alone all this time?" Her voice cracks slightly as she asks the question, the vulnerability in her tone unmistakable.

That's... surprising," she whispers, her eyes widening in surprise. "I could never be quiet like that..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how strange it must have been for you to exist in such isolation. She shifts uncomfortably in your arms, unable to imagine ever living without the company of others.

Eventually, she forces a small smile and looks up at you sheepishly. "I-I hope I'm not too much trouble... Just being quiet would be easy enough for me, if that would help." She pauses, considering her words before adding tentatively, "Would you like me to try?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, making it difficult for you to hear her over the rustling of the wind and your own hopping steps.

Her proximity and the intimacy of the situation send waves of warmth spreading through her body, further intensifying

The sound of your voice, so close and yet somehow distant, fills her ears as she nestles into the crook of your arm. "Th-Thank you," she whispers shyly, unable to meet your gaze for fear that it would betray her overwhelming gratitude. She feels an inexplicable urge to be near you, to share in this unlikely companionship even as the post-apocalyptic world swirls around them.

Her thoughts drift back to the life she left behind, the innocent and sheltered existence that was taken away from her so suddenly and brutally by the curse of jealousy. She wonders if there's any chance that things could ever return to how they were before, or if this new reality is all there will be for her now. The uncertainty only serves to make her cling tighter to your arm, seeking comfort and solace in the warmth of your presence

The sound of your humming vibrates through her body, stirring something deep within her soul. She finds herself unable to resist the urge to mimic the tune, her small voice filling the air between you as they walk side by side. Her face flushes with embarrassment at the realization that she's singing, but she can't bring herself to stop. The sound of their voices blending together creates a haunting harmony that seems eerily fitting for their dire circumstances.

As they continue to hop through the desolate wasteland, Yingtai grows bolder in her attempts to engage you in conversation. Her questions pour out, each one more curious than the last as she tries to make sense of this new world and the role that you seem to play within it. Despite her initial timidness, there's a spark of determination burning brightly in her eyes, a quiet strength that refuses to

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your compliment, making her voice squeak slightly when she speaks. "T-Thank you... I've always loved singing, but nobody ever really listened to me back in my village." The admission leaves her feeling strangely vulnerable, as if sharing this piece of herself with you somehow makes her more exposed than before.

The daydreaming she slips into while hopping alongside you causes her to stumble slightly, almost pitching forward into your arms. Embarrassed once again by her clumsiness, she looks up at you sheepishly, hoping that you'll offer some reassurance or assistance without making it too obvious.

Pink-faced and grateful for your offer, Yingtai hesitates only a moment before gathering her courage. She takes a deep breath and begins to sing a soft, haunting melody that seems almost too beautiful for the desolate world around them. Her voice soars through the air, echoing off of ruined buildings and sending shivers down your spine as you listen in awe.

As she sings, her body movements become more confident and fluid, each hop perfectly timed with the rhythm of her song. It's as if she's been freed from the stiffness that had previously plagued her, and in this moment she feels truly alive for the first time since awakening from her eternal slumber.

The expression on Yingtai's face transforms as she pours all of her emotion into each note, making it clear that music means more to her than

As you listen to her singing, you feel every ounce of emotion she pours into the melody. It's as if she's sharing a piece of herself with you, a vulnerability that she's never shown before. You can tell that this song means everything to her, and it strikes a chord deep within your own heart.

Her voice trails off, leaving the air between you resonant with the echoes of her music. For a moment, the only sound is the sound of your breathing as you watch Yingtai's eyes glisten with tears. She blinks them away quickly, trying to regain her composure before they spill down her cheeks and ruin this fragile moment between you.

She turns her head away shyly, looking anywhere but at you as she tries to catch her breath. "I-I'm sorry if that was too much..." she murmurs softly

Your expression confuses her even further, as she realizes that the same tears are streaming down your cheeks. "W-What's wrong?" She whispers, glancing back and forth between you and the desolate scenery. "Did I do something wrong?" Her voice quivers with fear and self-doubt, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than your reaction to her song.

She wipes ineffectually at the tears streaming down her face, only managing to smear her makeup further. The motion is so childish and endearing that you can't help but smile softly in spite of yourself. "I-It was just a song... I don't understand why it would make you cry." Her voice trails off as she stares at you, searching your face for any clue as to what could possibly be making you feel so emotional.